• writing

    sermon prep

    by  • August 17, 2019 • poetry, sermon, writing • 2 Comments

    I’m preaching tomorrow at First Congregational Church in Guilford. Since it is my church, I’m going to wait to post the sermon until tomorrow, since I want to make sure no one gets a sneak peak. Instead, here’s a poem that grew out of my preparation. sermon prep what can I say what should...

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    a room of (sorta) my own

    by  • August 14, 2019 • hope, writing • 8 Comments

    Billy Collins has a poem about working on a poem and then talking about it before it was finished, only to watch it get up and walk away. I know how he feels. Then there are other times when it helps to get it out in the open like a promise that needs to...

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    I still remember

    by  • August 9, 2019 • race, words, writing • 0 Comments

    The first Toni Morrison book I ever read was her first book, The Bluest Eye, which tells the story of Pecola, a young African-American girl growing up in Lorain, Ohio in the 1940s. Because of her mannerisms and her dark skin, she is considered “ugly.” She has a doll that is white. Pecola wishes...

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    finding the words

    by  • August 6, 2019 • america, change, community, hope, writing • 21 Comments

    I feel stuck today. I have work to do, manuscripts to edit filled with words by authors who have done their best to make meaning out of faith and life in these days, and I feel like I am treading molasses, doing all I can to keep from drowning. Toni Morrison died yesterday. She...

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